When Jesus touched my heart, he took me by surprise; he came in love and from the start accepted no disguise. He found me sick with stress and bid me be at ease; he whispered that he came to bless and got down on his knees. He took a towel and bowl and bent to wash my feet. But I said, "No, cleanse just my soul, or I will yet retreat." He gently took my hand and raised his eyes to mine; he spoke no word, made no demand, but showed me Love's design. When Jesus touched my heart, he knelt to wash my feet, inviting me to play my part where soul and body meet.